4.

When I can stop the flow of words –
        my day
        yesterday
        the shoulds,
When I can stop the casting about of my mind
        for the next thing –
that bit of forward pressure that thinks
        it is needed,
I might feel my body,
        the physical sensation of clothes,
        heartbeat, distant sounds,
        often the weight of me on my butt.
Ha – yes that.
Yet sometimes that feeling of physical me
        is not a stop in the stopping.
I pause, that’s what I do –
        I pause.
And when I can stop that pressure of forward –
        of you all, of me in my worry,
        of any last leaning,
Then, in that beautiful nothing, comes a warmth
        that is not physical – the spread of it melts
        any last doubt in the nearby.
It is simply not of this physical realm,
        which is the purest and greatest of comfort.
It is More.